Vampires Will Never Hurt You., chapter 1
I stood, looking at my transparent-looking reflection in the mirror. My black, shoulder length hair surrounding my pale face. I looked around, the room seemed bare, lilac walls and a lilac carpet with only a bed and a dressing table to decorate my bedroom. Still, it was my home. I would hardly ever venture out of my room, only to get something to eat or drink. Or perhaps if someone was visiting. The white doorway to my en-suit bathroom was ajar from where I had just cleaned my teeth.
I sat down on my bed and pulled out an old and battered copy of the book I had been reading. It was a tale about vampires and other creatures of the night, even though I found some of the ideas in the story a little stupid and idiotic, I had somehow become engrossed.
I lay down and giggled to my self as I read a part about somebody being murdered. I know, that makes me seem like a psycho, but it was the way it was worded.
I continued reading the novel for a while, before placing it down and going to change into a pair of black pyjamas. I settled down in my bed as a clap of thunder jerked me awake and out of my daydreams. I decided not to settle down just yet and wondered over to the small window.
I watched as the rain tricked down across the glass, occasionally I flash of lightning would illuminate the garden, bringing the oak tree into view, it's twisted branched creaking in the wind.
I loved to watch it rain, I could sit and do it for what seemed like hours. Of course, I would never really know, I didn't have a clock in my bedroom. I've always liked the rain, when the sun does come out, it gets a little too bright for my liking. I stared into the nights sky, focusing on the moon, almost completely engulfed by the swirling clouds. It was almost a full moon. Not that it really mattered to me that much. I wasn't a werewolf, so why should I have cared? It just looked so pretty, the only source of light, apart from the occasional bolt of lighting here or there.
I looked out at the deserted street, this was the only house for miles, I guess when my parents bought it, they had decided they wanted to keep themselves to themselves. Now, five years on, I live alone. After a night where my mum and dad had seemingly, just vanished. I knew the truth of what had happened. But I dared not tell anyone, I couldn't tell anyone. No one would believe me anyway, they would think that I am some little girl who just wants the attention. Actually, I wouldn't be able to handle the attention. My parents never gave my any when I was a child. I had learned to fend for myself. Not having any friends at school or at home. I only appreciated the company of myself, sometimes I would welcome the passing stranger into my home if their car had broken down, but they would always have gone by morning.
No I would never be able to tell anyone what had happened to my parents. It would just have to be one of lives mysteries. No one would ever believe what had happened to them. And myself for that fact. That was the moment when my life took that crucial turn.
As I was thinking about that night, I subconsciously, raised my arm and rubbed the scars. They weren't from where I had harmed myself, but from what had happened on that night. I walked over to the mirror, looking once more at my reflection, it had seemed to fade even more from when I last looked. I ran my fingers through my hair, lifting it from around my neck to examine the small scars, also from that night. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and dropped my hair back down again as I turned away from the mirror. I hated thinking about what had happened. Even if I didn't know my parents very well, I still missed them. The way that their lives had been taken away, just like that. Remembering it all just hurts so much. Thinking about the shadow of a man in the doorway. I never got to see him properly, I was unconscious for most of his visit.
Deciding that I was getting hungry, I unwillingly opened my bedroom door and went into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, taking out a yoghurt and headed upstairs again. As I was creeping back up, my eyes fell upon the bloodstain on the carpet. The bloodstain that has appeared the night my parents had gone. I quickly averted my gaze and hurried back into my bedroom. It was the only place I had felt safe since it happened. I resumed my post, looking out of the window, watching the rain as it started to slow down. I couldn't see my reflection in the window as I gazed out of it. I knew it must be nearing midnight. Peering out onto the path below, I could see three distressed looking men next to a broken down car. I would have gone to see if they were alright, but I couldn't go near anyone at the moment. Not when I'm like this. But I would feel so mean if I didn't answer if they knocked on the door. One of the men, he was tall with blond hair, looked as if he was trying to phone someone. He didn't really have much chance out here. It's very rare that we ever get a signal. One of the shorter men was busy kicking the car as the other, who had black hair, tried to calm him down.
The blond one threw down his phone looking angry. I was praying that they didn't notice the house, not now at least. Any other time would be fine. Just not now. I looked back down at them as the shortest of the three pointed towards the house. Oh no! what should I do? I sat on my bed, biting my lip and closing my eyes tight as I heard three loud knocks on the front door.
I sat down on my bed and pulled out an old and battered copy of the book I had been reading. It was a tale about vampires and other creatures of the night, even though I found some of the ideas in the story a little stupid and idiotic, I had somehow become engrossed.
I lay down and giggled to my self as I read a part about somebody being murdered. I know, that makes me seem like a psycho, but it was the way it was worded.
I continued reading the novel for a while, before placing it down and going to change into a pair of black pyjamas. I settled down in my bed as a clap of thunder jerked me awake and out of my daydreams. I decided not to settle down just yet and wondered over to the small window.
I watched as the rain tricked down across the glass, occasionally I flash of lightning would illuminate the garden, bringing the oak tree into view, it's twisted branched creaking in the wind.
I loved to watch it rain, I could sit and do it for what seemed like hours. Of course, I would never really know, I didn't have a clock in my bedroom. I've always liked the rain, when the sun does come out, it gets a little too bright for my liking. I stared into the nights sky, focusing on the moon, almost completely engulfed by the swirling clouds. It was almost a full moon. Not that it really mattered to me that much. I wasn't a werewolf, so why should I have cared? It just looked so pretty, the only source of light, apart from the occasional bolt of lighting here or there.
I looked out at the deserted street, this was the only house for miles, I guess when my parents bought it, they had decided they wanted to keep themselves to themselves. Now, five years on, I live alone. After a night where my mum and dad had seemingly, just vanished. I knew the truth of what had happened. But I dared not tell anyone, I couldn't tell anyone. No one would believe me anyway, they would think that I am some little girl who just wants the attention. Actually, I wouldn't be able to handle the attention. My parents never gave my any when I was a child. I had learned to fend for myself. Not having any friends at school or at home. I only appreciated the company of myself, sometimes I would welcome the passing stranger into my home if their car had broken down, but they would always have gone by morning.
No I would never be able to tell anyone what had happened to my parents. It would just have to be one of lives mysteries. No one would ever believe what had happened to them. And myself for that fact. That was the moment when my life took that crucial turn.
As I was thinking about that night, I subconsciously, raised my arm and rubbed the scars. They weren't from where I had harmed myself, but from what had happened on that night. I walked over to the mirror, looking once more at my reflection, it had seemed to fade even more from when I last looked. I ran my fingers through my hair, lifting it from around my neck to examine the small scars, also from that night. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and dropped my hair back down again as I turned away from the mirror. I hated thinking about what had happened. Even if I didn't know my parents very well, I still missed them. The way that their lives had been taken away, just like that. Remembering it all just hurts so much. Thinking about the shadow of a man in the doorway. I never got to see him properly, I was unconscious for most of his visit.
Deciding that I was getting hungry, I unwillingly opened my bedroom door and went into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, taking out a yoghurt and headed upstairs again. As I was creeping back up, my eyes fell upon the bloodstain on the carpet. The bloodstain that has appeared the night my parents had gone. I quickly averted my gaze and hurried back into my bedroom. It was the only place I had felt safe since it happened. I resumed my post, looking out of the window, watching the rain as it started to slow down. I couldn't see my reflection in the window as I gazed out of it. I knew it must be nearing midnight. Peering out onto the path below, I could see three distressed looking men next to a broken down car. I would have gone to see if they were alright, but I couldn't go near anyone at the moment. Not when I'm like this. But I would feel so mean if I didn't answer if they knocked on the door. One of the men, he was tall with blond hair, looked as if he was trying to phone someone. He didn't really have much chance out here. It's very rare that we ever get a signal. One of the shorter men was busy kicking the car as the other, who had black hair, tried to calm him down.
The blond one threw down his phone looking angry. I was praying that they didn't notice the house, not now at least. Any other time would be fine. Just not now. I looked back down at them as the shortest of the three pointed towards the house. Oh no! what should I do? I sat on my bed, biting my lip and closing my eyes tight as I heard three loud knocks on the front door.
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